So sorry to hear about your hair-raising misadventures, Bagzie. My hairbrush, unlike Cherry's, is cheap and easily replaced, but DD never touches it--I deliberately buy the kind she hates (pretty devious, huh?). This would be difficult with 5 girls lusting after your grooming devices, understandably. Maybe you could start using a fork.
What a sickening story about the poor girl, Cherry. We have had some experience with helping out strangers, but frankly, I wouldn't allow them in my house for anything. They can use my portable phone; I will even feed them, but sorry, no can do to come inside. We once gave a nearly frozen drunk man a ride to the hospital -- he was walking away from town, in nothing but jeans, a light windbreaker and sneakers on a very cold and snowy January night and would have stumbled onto our house in a few minutes, so we were more than glad to take him somewhere. He was almost incoherent and nearly climbed into DH's lap in the car. He was pretty freaked out and we thought he might go nuts if we took him to the police station, so we handed him over to the ER personnel. Fortunately they knew who he was.
Peaches is so nice to report our lovely evening together. I got a little confused at all the Kiwi hyphenates, but I'm sure she's right. My little nephews are 2 and 4, and they were admittedly a tad tired, having just gotten back from a week at the beach, so I'm not sure they were as cute as they might have been (but then you all know how cute they would be since they are my nephews...) Herbie is charming and lots of fun, Peaches and I got awesome backrubs from the restaurant owner. And we enjoyed much hilarity making fun of the adolescent behind the desk at the hotel. Discreetly, of course, we were quite respectable. I think.
No, Peaches doesn't need a hairbrush--her hair is naturally adorable. She's also rail thin and looks fab. Even after the Crème Brulée (what did you call it?)
Good heavens, Sug, how is that possible to have to start school so early? I feel like we just started summer vacation a few days ago. Well, girl, we are in the same boat -- I am going to have to do laundry all day today because DD is going camping tomorrow, then I'll have to tackle the house, which I definitely didn't clean before I left. Fortunately DH didn't cook anything while I was gone
DD and her friend (DD-clone) put on a concert for us at the beach the night before we left. Even my step-father was impressed.
Uh-oh, Wabbit's moving up in the world. Does this mean you are going to drive like you own the road? Can't tell you how many rude drivers I encountered on my road trip. One guy almost smashed into us in his haste to get that speed back up to 100 mph. I've noticed that the worst drivers drive the most expensive cars; does this mean anything? Personally I think that a lot of people now believe that their car is a joystick and they are playing a video racing game on the highway. It was such a relief to get back to podunk. Anyway, I am jealous of your new car. I think you should take a really long road trip. Maybe autumn in New England?
Hi Lush, I sympathize with your car bound-ness. I just got out of the car yesterday afternoon after driving about 3000 miles in 12 days. I don't want to get back in it for a long time.
I slept till noon today. It was rather delightful, except that I woke up a lot thinking "I can't believe DH swiped my pillows while I was out of town" and then went back to sleep.
Kiwi